At long last my philosophical novel is complete! A journey through space, time, and dreams, Planetary Messenger explores the social, scientific, and spiritual consequences of discovering another planet in the galaxy just like our Earth. I began this project as a NaNoWriMo entry in 2007 and continued editing and revising for a year and a half.
From the back cover:
Since the dawn of humanity we have gazed at the stars to ponder our existence. To the naked eye the skies are dark and lifeless, but what if, through a glass, we looked to the heavens and saw our mirror image, a twin Earth from afar? If we found our uniqueness shattered in the vast cosmic arena, then what, if anything, could we still hold sacred?
Planetary Messenger is now available either directly from Createspace or through Amazon. Thanks to all of you who have been part of my life so far and helped make this possible. Happy reading!
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Last night, after about 24 hours of being awake and a day full of activities, I went to bed around 10:00 pm.
I woke up at 3 am Sunday morning, disturbed about a dream I had.
I don’t know in what context it was, but I dreamt of a bright white light from above. It was like nothing I have ever experienced before… in real day to day life or in a dream. It was overpowering, no heat, but it came from a central point high above and the surrounding space was dark. There were rays emminating from it and it was not an intimidating spectacle.
But in my dream, I though about if this was the famous “White Light” everybody talks about in a near death experience. I was more curious than scared… and really ready to go. No voices, nobody there… just the light. To a degree, I thought that my number was up and that this was it. Hell….I didn’t even get to experience the DSL I ordered!
It’s still on my mind, the white light episode. Perhaps my days are numbered and I’m checking out.. or perhaps it’s just a silly nonsensical dream.
But either way….wow.
bunny
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This is a series of dreams I had and recorded in 2001, as I had them. Though time have passed, they still fascinate me - as they started all of sudden and finish abrupt - I had them every night for 4 nights in a row, and I have never dreamt about the Moon before or after, or thought about the Moon much.
6-9-01 - DREAM
The entire dream consisted of seeing a newspaper article titled, ‘THE MOON IS
TOO TOO BRIGHT!”
I saw a picture of the face of the moon, on which a portrait picture of a dark-haired woman in black and white was superimposed over the upper left hand side of the moon picture. The article went on to say that bacteria had been left behind on the moon by ‘visitors’ to the moon and was now at the flash-point. The picture then went animated and showed the bacteria reach a stage where it shifted forcefully in a jumping motion to the next area to it. I felt uneasy.
6-10-01 - DREAM
I dreamed last night that I was observing a bright greenish-white moon that had a large man’s face on it, the kind that people always say … “Oh, I can see a face on the moon”. It wasn’t like the first dream where a human being was super-imposed on the picture.
At the same time I felt like the man in the moon was observing me for some reason.
I see the moon,
The moon sees me,
God bless the moon,
And God bless me.
- Nursery Rhyme
Continue reading ‘THE MOON IS TOO BRIGHT!’
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I had a dream that a big robot was looking for me on an urban battlefield, amongst some rubble. If it saw me I knew it would kill me so, when it managed to get most of its head inside the little hole I was in, I grabbed its antenna and eye stalks and bent them around so they were facing inward and the robot couldn’t see anything, then I shouted something like “schauen, ein panza!”, which was supposed to mean “look, a tank!” in the dream and made the robot try to look behind itself, thinking it was about to be blown to bits. Because it couldn’t see properly the robot began to panic and ran about randomly all over the place and I felt rather sorry for it.
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